You might have PCOS if you can grow a beard/mustache/sideburns faster than your male spouse. Yes, it's sad. I feel so fucking nasty. I hate being hairy. I hate feeling hairy. I try to get waxed as often as I can at my friends salon. It just sucks that I have to deal with this hairy mess.
Friday is my birthday. No, it's not just the last day of work for a few fellow infertile mama-to-be's. And no, it's not just another end of a week. It's muh birthday. The day I graced this world forever with my precense. Lucky ya'll!
We, meaning a group of 15-30 people are meeting up for midnight bowling. I have to be a cute birthday girl. I have to be very, very cute! So I went to my friend's house tonight and asked her if I could come by her salon and get fixed up tomorrow.
Ladies, I have a hair cut, wax, manicure, and pedicure planned for tomorrow after work.
I'll be damned if I am going to feel like a hairy fat bitch for my birthday.
I'm going to be a hairless fat bitch!
The countdown is on, baby.